Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The moment the words fell, the boundless black fog seemed to be completely enraged, and surged towards him at a speed ten times faster than before.

It is silent, but louder than any thunder in the world; it is invisible, but more suffocating than a mighty mountain.

boom--!

A giant golden pillar that pierced through the sky and earth, carrying a violent divine power that could crush the stars, slammed into the rolling chaos.

The ten-thousand-foot-tall Buddha monkey transformed by the Fighting and Victory Buddha has its hair and beard spread out, and its eyes are burning with unyielding golden flames.

This stick is enough to shake the three realms and turn the mountains into dust.

However, the golden cudgel smashed into the black fog, just like a red-hot iron probing into the boundless deep sea, and it could do nothing but stir up a more violent boiling in a corner.

The fog that was torn apart by the divine power regrouped in an instant, even thicker than before, and continued to spread forward with a mocking silence.

Every time the Buddha monkey swung his stick, it shattered a mountain and tore through the void, but the boundary of the black fog continued to advance unswervingly.

The fighting spirit in the eyes of Fighting Buddha was still as fierce as before, but between his furrowed brows, an unprecedented sense of powerlessness quietly crept up like a spider web.

He can fight against the sky, he can fight against the earth, he can crush the sky, he can overturn the underworld.

But what he was facing at this moment was a "nothingness" that had no entity, no will, but could devour everything.

On the other side, Yang Jian’s image of Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun stood between heaven and earth, and the third eye on his forehead suddenly opened.

A silver light that was extremely bright burst out, no longer a sharp sword that pierced through everything.

Instead, it transformed into billions of rune chains, instantly "freezing" the black fog a hundred miles ahead.

The rolling fog in that area suddenly stopped, as if it was frozen in place by an invisible force.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation, suppress!"

The voice of the Emperor of Fengdu was emotionless, and the six reincarnation rings behind him suddenly expanded.

The dim light flowed, and six bottomless whirlpools were like six giant mouths that swallowed everything, forming a reincarnation barrier that firmly resisted the other front line.

Countless gods followed closely behind, pouring out all their life's power without reservation.

It transformed into swords, spears, halberds, thunder and flames, mountains and rivers, and gathered into a dam of divine power across the sky, barely delaying the pace of the doomsday disaster.

But everyone could see clearly that the line of defense built with the painstaking efforts of the gods was being eroded and dissolved bit by bit by the black fog.

The determination and resoluteness on the gods' faces could not conceal their deep-seated fear of the outcome they had long foreseen.

The atmosphere was as heavy as lead, making it hard for everyone to breathe.

In the clouds far away from the main battlefield, Zhu Bajie, the altar purifier, stared blankly at the expanding darkness on the horizon.

The face that always had a bit of laziness and playfulness in the past now only showed deep paleness and fear.

The nine-toothed rake in his hand was trembling slightly.

"This fog... this damn thing... can it really be blocked?" His voice was very soft, but with an uncontrollable tremor.

Beside him, a golden-bodied Arhat closed his eyes tightly, twisting his rosary beads rapidly in one hand.

With his other hand on his chest, he silently recited scriptures that no one could hear.

In the face of this devastating disaster, their backs stood at the junction of the divine light and the endless darkness.

It seemed so small and lonely. The mortal heart that was once covered by divinity exposed its most primitive fragility in the face of the absolute power of destiny.

"Queen Mother of the West! Is there any other way?!"

Lin Qiye's eyes were red. He rushed to the Dharma body of the Queen Mother of the West and shouted hoarsely,

"Where are the ancient formations? Where are the formations that can seal the demon gods?!"

Wu Hen, who was standing beside him, didn't say anything, but for the first time, a crack appeared in his eyes, which were always calm and cunning.

He traveled through time and space, and with his extraordinary intelligence and tenacity, he escaped danger time and time again, and even changed his fate.

He had seen countless grand scenes and calculated countless powerful enemies, but everything before him was beyond the scope of all his knowledge and strategies.

This is pure, unreasonable "force", an absolute power that is enough to wipe out everything.

Queen Mother Xi's elegant face was filled with bitterness and sorrow. She shook her head gently, "It's useless... Any formation takes time to set up and requires the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to activate."

"But the fog spreads too quickly. Wherever it passes, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is assimilated into a dead silence. We can't even stabilize the foundation of the formation."

"In other words, you can't even hold up a defense array that can cover the entire Jiuzhou?" Wu Hen grasped the most crucial point and asked in a dry voice.

"I can't hold it up." Queen Mother of the West gave the most desperate answer.

Lin Qiye felt that the last glimmer of hope in his heart, like the sand in an hourglass, had completely flowed away at this moment.

My fingertips instantly became cold, and all the strength in my body seemed to be drained away.

The light and shadows before his eyes began to blur, and the silent wails of billions of lives in despair seemed to ring in his ears. It was a wail that spanned space and time, heavy enough to crush anyone's mind.

At this moment, a majestic, grand, yet endlessly tragic voice,

It rang out from the void above the nine heavens, clearly spreading to every corner of the battlefield and reaching the ears of every god.

"Heaven warns us that a great catastrophe is approaching. This is not the fault of war, but the end of an era."

"Now, the survival of the three realms is at stake. There is no other way."

"Heavenly decree—"

The voice paused, as if even the announcer himself was trembling at the order.

"The gods return! With their supreme divine bodies, they will cast nine monuments of world-destroying power, suppress the black fog, and restore order to heaven and earth!"

"This is... the order to return to the gods."

As soon as the words fell, there was dead silence between heaven and earth.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were both shaken violently, and there was a loud bang in their heads, as if thunder had exploded.

Use the body of a god to cast a divine monument?

Is this asking all gods to use their own flesh and blood, spirits, Dao fruits, and even their very existence to fill this bottomless hole?!

Lin Qiye seemed to see a tragic and majestic picture in front of his eyes: the gods who once dominated the world and shook the three realms,

At this moment, they all turned around silently, facing the darkness that swallowed everything. Their backs were resolute and lonely, as they walked step by step towards their already destined death.

An indescribable sorrow and awe gripped his heart.

Wu Hen opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

He has always believed that "if you don't work for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth" and that interests are paramount, but he never thought that one day he would witness a collective death on such a large scale at any cost.

This is not the sacrifice of one or two people, it is the end of an entire mythological era.

At the front of the battlefield, the ten-thousand-foot-tall Buddha monkey stopped swinging his club.

Fighting Buddha slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky that was eroded by black fog and only the remaining light remained.

The rebellious smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded, and finally turned into calmness.

The golden cudgel in his hand lightly touched the ground, making a dull sound.

He murmured softly, as if he was talking to another person, or as if he was talking to himself.

"Brother Monkey...after all this trouble, I didn't expect this to be the outcome."

"But it's also quite spectacular."

"Is it our turn this time?"

The moment the words fell, above the sky, in the curtain of light formed by the power of the gods, the first extremely bright divine light began to crumble without any warning.

"Click..."

A slight yet clear shattering sound resounded throughout the deadly silent world.